rockabillyboy | Kick-start my rockin', rollin' heart

For the last couple of weeks, he's been spending a lot of time with Poison, getting used to having him around, in his space. He's been nursing something, a warm and liquid knot behind his ribs. He's not examined it too closely. He definitely hasn't said anything to Poison about it. Sometimes, he finds himself flustered, but he pushes it down, ignores it and, eventually, it passes.

Sort of.

They'd arranged to go out and test drive the I.D that Kavinsky had made for him. Poison wanted to go dancing and Jack can get into clubs now, so...why not, right?

So he's standing on a corner, just down from the club, waiting for Poison to show. He hadn't, entirely, been sure what to wear for something like this, so he's there in black t-shirt and jeans, one of his more fitted leather jackets, boots. He's got product in his hair. Double row of eyelashes give the effect of eyeliner.

It's weird, maybe, but...he's actually kind of nervous.

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afabulouskilljoy

Poison moves a bit, hips sliding towards Jack but he's careful not to push too much or compromise Jack's rhythm. One hand strokes down to gently grip the back of Jack's neck; the other strokes his cheek, feeling it hollow out a little whenever Jack's mouth slides back.

"Just like that." A moan edges his voice. "Not gonna take me long... Don't judge. Been waiting for this since the dance floor." He grins, but the expression falters and he can't help the slight upward push of his hips the next time Jack sinks down.

Okay, maybe the other reason he got on his back is because it's easier for Jack to avoid choking. Maybe.

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rockabillyboy

Poison's hands on him feel insanely good and Jack's finding that he actively likes having Poison's cock in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks. Poison lifts his hips and the head of his cock nudges the back of Jack's throat. He almost gags, pulls back quickly but not so far that he can't keep Poison's cock in his mouth.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Try a little faster, honey. Or use your hand, 'cause 'm close." He doesn't want to catch Jack off guard. Getting a surprise mouthful of come wasn't the best way to start.

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rockabillyboy

Jack wars with himself for a moment. He wants to stay where he is but he isn't sure he's ready for that quite yet so, in the end, he lifts his head, wrapping his fingers around spit-slick skin, leaning up to kiss Poison as he strokes.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison moans into Jack's mouth and squirms beneath him, trying to fuck into his hand. Then be gasps and plants a hand on Jack's chest to shove him back a little - just enough for Jack to have a good view. He'd said he wanted to see. Poison would hardly deny him that.

He gasps, eyes falling shut as he feels that kind of desperate closeness. He looks almost distressed right before he comes and the pleasure washes over his face, changing distress to euphoria.
His hands tighten wherever they are and he curls forward, just a bit, like he's trying to trap that delicious feeling.

"Oh fuck yes."

From:

rockabillyboy

God, that's beautiful. That's the moment when, right there and then, Jack decides that he wants to keep doing this past tonight, if Poison will let him. He keeps stroking him through it, through all of it, until he's sure that there's no more pleasure to ring out of the body beneath him. It's hot and slick, come splashed across his fingers, Poison's belly. Jack pauses for a split second and then he's squirming lower down the bed again, bending his head to suck come off Poison's skin, moaning at the taste.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Oh." He laughs, completely breathless, when Jack decides to lick and suck his skin clean. Poison shivers and wallows in the feeling, content to just lay there and recover a minute. He strokes Jack's hair and neck, then gently pulls him up for a kiss. His tongue slides right into Jack's mouth - he wants to taste himself there.

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rockabillyboy

It's deep and hungry and Jack is aching hard again and he can't imagine ever wanting to stop doing this. He presses his fingers into Poison's hair, remembering how he'd reacted to that at the club, wanting to test that reaction again. He tugs, lightly, as they kiss.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison takes a sharp breath at the tug in his hair. He bites Jack's lip in response.

"Mmm hey there tiger... That your way of saying you're ready to go again?" He grins and turns his head to bite Jack's jaw.

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rockabillyboy

"Maybe."

Jack shifts his weight, his cock grazing against the bare skin of Poison's thigh. He doesn't have the urgency that he felt in the club, just that same electric hum. He keeps his fingers tight in Poison's hair. "I just like what your face does." He tugs again, holding Poison's head tilted just so so he can press a kiss against his mouth.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"What does my face do?" he asks, even as Jack tries to kiss him. The lack of urgency makes things a little easier, at least, as far as Poison is concerned. No one is about to die a horrible death at the hands of restrained arousal.

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rockabillyboy

"You look really blissed out," says Jack, fingers of his free hand tracing along Poison's jaw, thumb following the bow of his bottom lip. "Like it really does it for you."

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afabulouskilljoy

"Yeah?" His tongue darts out to lick Jack's thumb. "You look pretty good when you're blissing out too, honey. Maybe I can get you to do it again, even if it's your first time." Poison grins, but he knows, or at least has a feeling, from his experience, that sometimes the first time or two you've got a dick inside you it's... distracting.

He moves forward, and despite being smaller than Jack he uses the position to push Jack back onto the bed. He sits on his hips and leans down to kiss him.

"Hmm. Still wanna go all the way?"

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rockabillyboy

His stomach does a little electric flip when Poison licks his thumb like that. He wonders what he'd look like with Jack's fingers in his mouth. And then, suddenly, dizzyingly, he's on his back, looking up at Poison, Poison's weight across his hips, Poison's body above him. He nods, lifting his head to push into the kiss.

"Fuck yes."

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Yeah?" He lifts his eyebrows, wanting to be sure. "Alright... tap out if you want me to stop. I'm serious, hit me or something 'cause I might not be listening." He pats Jack's side.

Then he slides down, debating how best to do this. Maybe with Jack on his back it would be fine. Maybe Jack would feel less vulnerable? He doesn't know, they'll find out.

Poison settles comfortably between Jack's legs, sort of lazily kissing his way down Jack's stomach, tongue sneaking out to taste here and there. Then he eased back and coaxed Jack to roll over, pulling his hips up as he went along.

And Poison ended up on his knees on the floor. Alright, yeah he was pretty sure this would work. He smoothed his hands down Jack's sides, pulling him closer. Then he bit Jack's ass cheek, because he couldn't fucking help it, as his hands ran over Jack's thighs.

From:

rockabillyboy

Right then, Jack can't imagine anything in the world that would make him want Poison to stop. He lets Poison move him where he wants him, lets him shift him around on the bed. He feels a little vulnerable, totally exposed, with his knees under him to push his ass into the air. The bite makes him yelp, his hips jerking under Poison's hands. His face is burning. He presses his forehead against the mattress for a moment.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Sorry," he murmurs, lips moving against Jack's skin as he speaks. He wets his lips. "Remember, you're running the show." No matter how vulnerable Jack feels, Poison hopes he remembers that.

He eases closer, kissing, nipping, and gently pushes Jack's knees further apart. More little, light teases from his teeth before he swipes his tongue right over Jack's hole.

Hopefully he doesn't get punched in the head.

From:

rockabillyboy

The swipe of his tongue is unexpected, hot and wet and, fuck, right there and Jack whimpers, his forehead still pressed against the sheets.

"That's good," he says, voice trembling. Don't stop.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison grins against Jack's skin, then he gets more into it now that he has that reassurance. One hand stands on Jack's ass, just keeping him close; the other slides around, his fingers skating down Jack's belly until they can wrap around his cock.

He rubs and teases with his tongue, lets it dip in just a bit as he gives Jack a squeeze. Yeah. Yeah he could do this for a while.

From:

rockabillyboy

What Jack realises, what he's been realising pretty much since the day they met is that he trusts Poison. That, while he's chaotic and dangerous, he always won't hurt him. Jack gets that and that makes it easy to relax as Poison touches him a way that he's never even imagined being touched. He squirms his hips, rocking slowly between Poison's mouth and his hand.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison keeps at it until his neck hurts. He leans up and rests his head against Jack's back as his hand slides in and his fingers take over where his tongue left off - just gently rubbing for now, testing to see how Jack feels about the change.

"You said you had lube, honey?"

From:

rockabillyboy

"In the drawer next to the bed," says Jack, still squirming his hips back against the touch of Poison's fingers against his hole. He twists, looking back at him, his face flushed dark as he watches him.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

"Uh huh... wanna grab it? Your arms are longer." He eases back a bit and smacks Jack's ass. He'll at least stop distracting him for that.

From:

rockabillyboy

"Ow!" Jack might be complaining but he also doesn't pull away and his cock definitely twitches when Poison slaps him like that. He leans, reaching for the lube, grabs a couple of condoms while he's there and drops it all on the bed.

From:

afabulouskilljoy

Poison pulls everything closer. Lube first. He slicks his fingers and starts rubbing again, teasing until he's sure that he can slide one in without Jack getting tense. "Still okay?"